'Hey! You're Playing Our Song!'

This Time For SURE

Alert Type: Reunion Alert.

Issue: Julia and Joel, possibly in spite of their own lingering doubts, have decided he's going to move back in and they're going to resume being married.

Complicating Factors: God, where to begin. First, when Joel and Julia sit down the kids to tell them, Victor is extremely wary, and when he asks how they know they're not just going to split up again the next time they have a fight or a problem, they don't really have a good answer. Then, when they're putting all of Joel's clothes away in what is, once again, their room, he finds that his nightstand drawer has been taken over with a lot of new jewel-toned lingerie of the sort he's clearly not used to seeing Julia in, thus raising the specter of the other man OR MEN who have, and he gets all tight and shuts down. When Side Bitch calls her about a case they're working on, it sparks an actual testy argument about her continuing to work with Side Bitch. Later, when the kids have gone to sleep and Julia finally tells Joel they have to talk this stuff out, Joel says he's only just moved back in: "I'm too scared to argue." "I'm too scared NOT to argue," she replies.

Resolution: Like Marge and Homer Simpson before them, Joel and Julia go fight in the car.

Spoiler: There's only one more episode, you think they're going to split up again now?!

Get The Look: Mature Pussycat Dolls Roadie

Camille and Zeek go for a walk to a famous view of the Golden Gate Bridge that they've never actually seen, and when he stops to catch his breath, her weird look makes US catch OURS.

Pointless Trilby: Camille. Hard no on that hat. You are an old lady, not a twenty-two-year-old model/fashion vlogger lining up for brunch in Hollywood.

Vaguely Native American Sweater: I get the idea of a slouchy coatigan, but I can't hang with those leather sleeves.

Unnecessarily Long Tunic: When your sweater's that voluminous, the hem of your top can actually hit somewhere north of your shins.

Dumbfounded Expression: Yeah, this...

...is probably pretty much the face I'd make if my husband of many decades announced that he was ready to give up on further surgical options for his heart and just live his DNR all day every day.

"Those Contractions Are Real? Because They Sound Very Sitcommy."

HOLY SHIT EVERYONE PANIC AMBER IS IN LABOURRRRRRRR! From Sarah and Hank unhelpfully running around their apartment while Amber tries to catch her breath through the first contractions to the screaming back and forth in the car about how fast or slow Hank should drive to the idiotic text Sarah sends everyone that makes them think the baby's already born, this whole process is like a dumping ground of every TV childbirth cliché. Plus they're Bravermans, and therefore talking over each other the whole time, so it's actually worse. And by "worse," I mean "unbearable." (No pun intended.)

Kristina vs. Jasmine

Once everyone figures out that now they're committed to just sitting in a hospital all night because Sarah doesn't know how to compose a text, the members of the group disperse and Jasmine and Kristina end up alone together in a waiting area. Jasmine, oblivious to Kristina's feelings, opens by saying how great it is that Adam and Crosby decided to make a go of The Luncheonette after all, and Kristina, cold as hell, tightly "agrees." Jasmine -- as someone who doesn't have autism and therefore, unlike most of the people Kristina spends time with, can interpret facial expressions -- guesses that something's wrong, and it takes about an eighth of a second for Kristina to lay into her for the way she "inserted" herself into the situation and "guilted" Adam into ignoring his business instincts. Jasmine hotly replies that all she did was go talk to Adam, which she's allowed to do, and that if Adam made a decision that big just on the conversation they had, then he's a baby. It's around this point that Camille and Zeek show up, and quickly figure out that they should hang back for a second and not get in the middle of whatever this is. And then Crosby and Adam show up, just in time for Crosby to hear Kristina mention Jasmine's having gone behind Crosby's back to talk Adam back into sticking with The Luncheonette. Things escalate quickly -- with everyone fully ignoring Camille's pleas that they stop because they're upsetting Zeek -- until Adam is pushed far enough to admit that he's sick of taking care of his little brother. Crosby doesn't want to be taken care of either, and when he and Jasmine are alone outside, he yells at her that the whole point of The Luncheonette was that it was a business he and his brother were doing together. Now that he knows Adam's not into it, neither is he: "It doesn't mean anything to me now." Gee, Jasmine, who's the baby now?

Winner: Somehow, Adam? Oh, and Amber, because she comes out at the end of the fight to announce that she's not in labour at all; it was just gas. No baby today, dude. Go get one more night of sleep.

Portrait Of A Curmudgeon

Zeek decides that posing for a portrait Camille's painting of him is the right time to let her know he's figured out the right way to present his end-of-life plan to the kids. Sure, why not.

What Drab Colour Is Your Parachute?

Alert Type: Sobering Statistic Alert.

Issue: Adam is working with Edgar, his Career Week mentee, on Edgar's chosen career (French chef) when Max shows up to take documentary photos and inform Edgar that all this effort is probably moot anyway: 85% of adults with autism are unemployed.

Complicating Factors: Well, Max's mother runs this school, so it's probably not great for business for her to have someone running around telling her students that they have no prospects for the future.

Resolution: Adam and Kristina sit down with (next to) Max and lecture him about how great he is and how he's going to beat the odds and statistics are dumb. Oh good, what this terror needs is more assurance that he's doing everything in his life right.

And Tearful At The Falling Of A Star

Sarah stops in to check on Amber, listening in the hall for a moment as Amber plays "The Circle Game" before going in and happily greeting her with "You're playing our song!" Before taking the guitar from Amber and finishing the song with her (to not a dry eye in this house), they have some #RealTalk.

Zeek and Camille have invited the kids for the big no-surgery announcement! They're reminiscing about Julia's (terrible) first boyfriend! Everyone's collegial -- even Adam and Crosby, despite the fact that we haven't seen them together since they had their big blowout at the hospital!

Then Crosby decides it's the perfect time to point out that Zeek's first meeting with this dud boyfriend happened to be the same day that Adam stabbed him! Adam, tightly, says that Crosby stabbed himself, and that it never would have happened if Crosby hadn't taken his knife! Before long, everyone's screaming at everyone else! CLASSIC BRAVERMAN!

Zeek, breathless, tries telling them to stop, but no one can hear him and he no longer has the strength to shout the rest of these idiots down anymore! Camille silently tells him now's not the time for any big news!

After Zeek's staggered upstairs, Sarah comes to find him, and "casually" tells him that Hank proposed, and she accepted! Zeek is overcome, and says he can't wait to walk her down the aisle! She can't either! He's so proud of her! She's happy! He's happy! It's emotional, I know, but telling Sarah she's "the best" is maybe doing a disservice to that word! After all, she could have been married to Mr. Cyr by now!

The Stay-Right-Here Bride

So, after the announcement has apparently happened after all -- in a scene that Julia alludes to with Joel but that we don't actually see, weirdly -- Sarah is at home watching Hank clean his cameras when she decides she needs to tell him what she wants to do for their wedding. This whole time, he's been talking about the very exotic, romantic, all distant locations he's been where he's thought he might like to get married if he were doing it "for real," and not really paying much attention as she's obliquely told him she would actually not like to do it anywhere too far away, in light of Zeek's condition. But finally, after this exchange with Zeek, she's decided she has to quit dancing around it and tell Hank that she wants to get married "here" -- not someplace picturesque in Napa, but in San Francisco, and soon, like next week. He finally understands that she wants to make sure Zeek is there, and agrees. I get that this is supposed to be sweet, but someone you marry should be sensitive enough to figure this shit out without your having to say it. Sorry, show: with one episode remaining, I'm still not okay with Hank AND I NEVER WILL BE!!!

Rise Above

The Scene: It's the culmination of all Snowflake Academy's Career Week hoopla.

The Symbol: Edgar's soufflé, which he's made over Adam's original suggestion -- a much simpler omelet.

The Meaning: Adam should let Edgar reach for the stars as a show of support for Edgar's future career prospects and Edgar's specific professional passion -- particularly since, when Edgar asks how Adam found his own passion, Adam has to admit that he still hasn't. HMMMMMMMM.

As Kristina smugly proudly walks through the various Career Week tableaux, she ends up at Jasmine's dance class. She catches Jasmine's eye and apologizes in kind of a half-assed way, but Jasmine accepts, which is all that matters!

Edgar opens the oven! His soufflé rose! EVERYONE'S GOING TO BE FINE FOREVER!

Amber wakes up with a start and calls Sarah! She's having contractions for real this time -- Sarah should come get her, but come alone and not tell anyone else anything (this time)!

Joel and Julia spoon! They fought and survived! PHEW!

Under Crosby's heartbroken gaze, Adam packs up The Luncheonette! ARE THESE TWO GOING TO HAVE A NON-ANGRY CONVERSATION ABOUT THIS PRETTY MAJOR BUSINESS DECISION OR NO?!

Amber labours and cries and says she can't do it, and in silence it's a lot less annoying! Before long (as far as we see, anyway), the baby is here! Sarah was right! Something did shift!

And then Zeek and Camille are coming to the hospital to meet their first great-grandchild! Guess what? It's a boy! Guess what else? SHE NAMED HIM ZEEK! Pretty sure everyone alive saw that one coming, but still...

...I AM NOT MADE OF STONE.